there is inspiration afoot!
come! see the photons splay
come! here the waves arc
inhaling smokin' oaken memory
walk the shoes of your life
brush hard into the wind
lean into it...and into me
before the mast's salt spray
crampons push to higher views
amass the scenes and scents
musty, the book's words billow
into your imaginative face
fill your trinketed pockets
with candies, screws, and cameos
handfuls cast...
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